I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now!
To see an earlier decade, the link is:
http://www.pioneernet.net/doge/index.htm

Sunday, July 7, 2013

A Note to My Dog

Don’t ask! I
was unusual,

As you know,
my animal friend…

Smokes, a
bottle, humor and wit;

Immortal
days without end!

I’ve
outgrown my leather sandals,

My Leghorn
friend under the clover…

Six decades
after this photograph

My Smoking days
are over.

Yesterday I
spit out a tooth;

A life
reduction I did not like…

It signaled
the beginning of Phase ll:

The Deconstruction
of Mike.

Otis, our days are numbered,We owe each other the truth...I've noticed your mind is missing;Otis, don't stare at my missing tooth.